My younger daughter told me recently that when she was a child she thought the typewriter was a toy that I went into my room and closed the door and played with.

Satin and lace and brown velvet and the faint odor of violets. That was all which was left to him of his love.

A writer is a reader who is moved to emulation.

A gentleman doesn't have one set of manners for the house of a poor man and another for the house of someone with an income incomparable to his own.

If you turn the imagination loose like a hunting dog, it will often return with the bird in its mouth.

Love, even of the most ardent and soul-destroying kind, is never caught by the lens of the camera.

The nail doesn't choose the time or the circumstances in which it is drawn to the magnet